The Rat

Therat

  • 03:41:52 pm on Abril 11, 2007 | # | 2

    Seen from above, my life could be a green grasshopper, going from adiction to addiction. Not chemicals involved, fortunately. The thing is, I always seem to be seeking for something new to worship. Not in the religious meaning of the word. I solved that time ago, there is only a person I worship. The end. I mean this little adictions I collect like post stamps.

    There are the scarce manga books I’ve laid my hands on. There are anime series. There are some old movies and books and chocolate and chewing gum and stuff.

    I don’t drop the subjects of my interest once consumed. I still cherish antique Queen Millennia, for example. But I need something new for the present.

    Right now, it is Terry Pratchett. You read it, you know there is more, you want it.

    Here, at my place, there is only one bookshop that sells those novels, Mr. Books. I rather like their English area, and their Spanish Literature section is inviting. But sometimes they can get one, two, three, four author’s works… And no more. For months. And it’s excruciating. They should know better than that. A person could get desperate and do odd things.

    As I was saying, they got Small Gods. Interesting Times. Brujerías (Wyrd Sisters) and ¡Guardias! ¿Guardias? (Guards! Guards?). Pirómides (Pyramoids or something like that). And no more. It’s not fair.

    They’re lucky my frield Mille will be in Mexico next month. I already gave her a list of Pratchett (and Gaiman) books to buy for me. Hope she makes it. I saw once Coraline in El Librero, and made the mistake to think I could get it later. Never saw it again. My heart still aches. Lesson: Never let for tomorrow what you can purchase right now.

    I use to put my books on two rows on the shelves. The ones that are small enough for it, that is. The bigger ones won’t cooperate, and are piled one above the other as a punishment. You can’t waste space in a tight place like mine.

    But I need another shelf already. My bro says I need somewhere to actually put the shelf, too. My father says I should consider growing my stuff towards the ceiling. My mother says I must stop adquiring items like some maniac. I already gave up some drawers, they’re just out my door begging forgiveness for an unsolved crime. I can’t let the TV go. The bed is rather necessary to me. Maybe I have too much clothes. That would do. After all, this is war. Some sacrifices are in order.

     

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